Sweetsoul
They say he has a sweet soul, yet I'm in dismay, my mind feels burdened, like it's filled with
decayed clay.
In fear, I reel from the chaos each day, setbacks and self-sabotage lead me astray.
Oh, please, don't let my thoughts lead me away.
Each day is a battle to keep the wolves at bay; I must remind myself, not every sky is grey.
This sweet soul hides a dark hole where my inner child lays, praying in shadows that
today's the day I'm not finally afraid.
He has a sweet soul, but they can't see the mental toll, how heavy my mind weighs on
my ability to behold, the world clearly illuminated, like a story untold.
It takes much to control and patrol my inner night, as my demons needs soothing and
rest to find light.
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